Seeing that Izuku isn't actually going to be in class 1A, Ibarra Shiozaki will be filling that spot. She was originally going to be in the class if Horikoshi didn't change anything last minute.

Longer chapter for you guys since I took extra time to plan out where this fic will go, it'll remain in line with canon for the most part of the anime, then I'll be doing some twists.

Support gear - get ready for me to utilize the hell out of the Support Course. A lot of the students can clearly use an upgrade. Both 1A and 1B.

Chapter 3

Izuku liked to think that he was a smart boy, able to think on his feet and quick to react to certain situations. And what better way to display that ability than with a game of chess?

He didn't pay attention to the twinkle in the Principal's eyes when the game was mentioned, nor did he pay attention to the smirks on the other two teacher's faces. Smirks that, after a while of playing, began to dwindle as the boy and dog-bear-mouse thing played over and over again. As the games continued, Izuku would smirk less and less, and Nezu's eyes would gleam more and more. It was clear who was superior in the game, but it didn't mean that the boy wasn't providing a challenge.

Sadly, the full might of Nezu's Quirk-heightened intelligence managed to defeat the young butler in 27 moves in the first round, 15 moves in the fifth, and 2 in the tenth, a Fool's Mate.

It was there that Izuku learned a cardinal lesson, the Principal, under no circumstances, was to be trifled with. The way he played chess... my god, it's as if he was under a life or death threat; relentless, unabated, interminable, resolute, tenacious, indefatigable, intransigent, just absolutely, positively dogged!

After a hefty and humiliating 2 hour game, Izuku began to speak with Power Loader and Aizawa. There was something about the scruffy man that caught Izuku's eye, he didn't know what it was exactly, but it probably had to do with how simple and direct the man was, no words wasted, straight and to the point. It was something Izuku could admire.

"Not to sound rude, Master Aizawa, but may I inquire why you decided to visit the residence? I can understand Master Majima and Principal Nezu, but why you?"

Aizawa adjusted his scarf as he took out a small card from his pocket. "Mr. Yaoyorozu sent a special request, it involved you partly in the Hero Course as a company for Momo Yaoyorozu when the class takes trips outside of school premises. I'm here to know why."

Izuku's look became a little less, well, himself at the implied question, his eyes becoming military-serious. "It involves a bit of cultivation, that question does."

"How so?" asked Aizawa.

"If you will allow me, this tale might take up a large margin of your time," the young butler said. At the initiation of Aizawa and the Master, Izuku began to relay the reasoning.

"As you know, every Quirk Registration office is mandated to turn in all Quirk-user's files to the Hero Public Safety Commission, where the classifiers classify the Quirk's range, possible additions in abilities, and threat level if the Quirk or host goes rogue. Those with extremely potent Quirks are supervised more closely, for example: If a person is born with a Quirk that allows them to grow in size, then they would receive more supervision and have more doctor's visits than a person with a Quirk that only allows them to grab things from a short distance.

Such is the case with Milady, her Quirk; as you might be aware, allows her to consume large quantities of food and use the lipids to create any non-living thing as long as she knows the molecular composition of whatever object she chooses. This of course will receive major attention from the government. The ability to create anything is extremely dangerous and can destabilize the world if used in the wrong hands. So naturally the government would want to keep as close tabs on her as they possibly could."

"Which, based on inference, is where you come in," stated Aizawa.

"Correct, Master Aizawa."

"So you're an agent of sorts."

"...Yes."

The Principal had excused himself from the conversation between the other adults as he walked towards where the young butler and the scruffy man were sitting. He climbed onto the couch and sat to listen, he said nothing, only choosing to see where the conversation was headed.

Aizawa gave the boy an inquisitive gaze, "But why you? You don't have a Quirk capable of countering her own."

"I… I've always been different in many aspects. Being Quirkless is one of them, obviously. But… when it comes to intelligence, something about me has always been… superior, in a way."

Nezu nodded, the boy wasn't bragging, he really was a talented fellow, the games they played proved that. Not many could last that long against Nezu in a game of Chess, and the furry Principal had deliberately gone easy at the start of the game as to analyze the strategies of his opponent. He had been thoroughly impressed, it seemed that every time Izuku moved a chess piece, he would do so in a manner that would provide different opportunities. Whether it be for retreat, advance, assault, defense, sacrifice, every movement and every choice was a path that led to many gates. It was when High Spec was activated where the boy began to falter, but even then the Principal had to watch out for any alternate routes the game could go in. In order for the government to have Izuku as Yaoyorozu's guardian meant that he had the perfect way to counter the girl's Quirk.

His mind.

"I was born to my mother, who I don't know her name or even appearance before she died from overexertion a couple of hours later. Enough time to officially declare me as Izuku, her last name wasn't known for some reason, and my father never came for me. I was put in an orphanage, nothing special about those circumstances. But as I grew, I began to understand things far quicker than all the other children, including the older ones. When I was four I was already taking low intermediate level classes, outsmarting elementary children, and building puzzles. They thought it was my Quirk, they celebrated and complimented me, told me what a unique vessel I had become."

"Sounds cheerful," said Aizawa.

The young butler shook his head as a joyless smile graced his features. "Then the results of my Quirk test came in. I was officially declared Quirkless, had the double joint and everything. They couldn't believe it, or didn't want to believe it. It seems that a four year old being able to solve the multiplication table of numbers above 12 and being able to build 1,000 piece puzzles in less than an hour is something that angers people. Even other children, the older ones especially. The praise stopped, the belittlement came. It got hectic, to say the least, not that anyone knew."

He didn't notice the scowl on Aizawa's face, or the dangerous gleam in Nezu's beady black eyes.

"But one day, as if fate had arranged something special, a group of people performing filming for a documentary series on the Quirkless population happened to stop by our orphanage. They filmed, they asked questions, they interviewed some children, did what they had to do, and prepared to depart. That is until one of the camera crew noticed me building a puzzle over the Great Wall of China. I was attempting to beat my record time, 45 minutes, for the gargantuan amount of pieces I had to put in place, and I only had the box's picture as a 7 second peek-guide every 10 minutes. I was already halfway done, and the next thing I knew, I was being filmed and interviewed at the same time I was putting together my puzzle. To shorten my tale for the sake of time, gentlemen, I managed to get the attention of many doctors up to the point of a professor from the Hero Public Safety Commission coming to analyze me. He gave me a standardized compilation of tests made to record my adaptability in a stressful environment, they progressively became much harder as they continued. I assumed I passed, since the man looked quite pleased with my results before he left. That was the last time I heard of or saw him."

"But now you're here, how?" asked the rodent (?) Principal.

"This is inference mostly, but I believe that after a while of recording and analysis of Milady's Quirk, they decided that there needed to be redundancies put in place, as a way to combat her potential battle prowess. I believe that my adaptive information input was of great importance to them as a redundancy, since a fight with her could change in an instant. So… they sent me here as a butler until they would begin my training."

He let out a breath, "It was how I met Francis, he was the one to finalize justice against the orphanage and its abuse, as well as take me under his wing. At the age of seven, I was assigned the role of personal servant to Milady, and later on, bodyguard. It's a role I would and will cherish forever. That's when my training began. Under the tutelage of Francis -who the Commission took advantage of the fact that he was once a government agent- as well as some other personnel from the HPSC, I was soon learning a great many things. Francis was more in charge of my core classes and such, not to mention the occasional quip or two." He chuckled fondly at that statement. "The HSPC was oriented towards combat, furthering my analyzing capabilities, and my adaptability. Not to mention teaching me an abundant amount of mechanics and Quirk Biology, the rest I taught myself as to keep myself busy during fruitless times."

Aizawa spoke up, finally understanding the boy's multiple purposes. "A butler, a bodyguard, and a contingency plan. Those are your professions, correct?"

Izuku gave a small smile, "One thing is for certain, the contingency plan will never have to be activated. Make no mistake gentlemen, the HPSC assigned me as a supervisor and to keep track of her, but I am a butler and bodyguard first and foremost, one that would give my life for the survival of Milady. She wants to be a Hero, that is her passion, and I'll be there to support her all the way."

"An exquisite dream for an exquisite young lady. And a fantastic drive for a fantastic young man," replied the Principal, ''Your request for you being placed in the Hero Course part-time for out-of-school trips will be granted, who best to keep Miss Yaoyorozu company than yourself?"

Aizawa let out a breath, "Guess I can't argue against the Principal. The choice is a logical one as well. But I'll be giving you assignments while on these trips if Majima doesn't give you any. And I expect you to keep both of your class grades at high double-digits, understood?"

The young butler nodded, "Understood Master Aizawa."

xxx~-*-~xxx

Momo dodged to the left as a foil thrust froward, its ball tip aiming for where her stomach had been. She swung her own foil in a downwards arc, the blade smacking her opponents own blade away and giving her an opening.

"Touche!" she exclaimed as her foil blade was thrust towards her opponent's torso.

She missed.

"Tututut! Milady, one must be certain of victory before declaring it," taunted her green-haired butler as he dodged her blade. He didn't see her spread her legs to lunge again so soon, so he was caught off guard when she performed a forward leg squat to poke her foil into his chest.

"Touche," she chuckled triumphantly. She removed her fencing helmet and beamed at the boy, "That's 34 to 37, I'm catching up!"

"Indeed you are Milady," agreed Izuku proudly as he took off his own helmet. Placing it down on a bench, he went off to a small cooler to collect lunch. A bowl of Donburi: fried beef and fish salted and peppered lightly, green onion cut into disks, all simmered in a soy sauce soup base. A chicken egg had been fried and mixed with the rice of the dish, tempura pieces drizzled in sauce as well as fried pork cutlets placed daintily around the edges of the bowl. A small pile of caramels sat next to the bowl, and an honeysuckle sat in the center of the dish.

Momo took advantage of the fact that it was just the two of them as she stuffed her face with the food.

"Mmm-mmm! Thish ish sho good!" she said, cheeks adorably puffed from the amount of food she had all but shoved into them. It reminded Izuku of a puppy. "Your cooking shkillsh are amashing Ishuku!"

That was what made Momo so special to him. He'd seen how other girls her age and status acted around others, especially butlers. He didn't appreciate being called 'You! Servant!' at those formal parties, those girls and boys didn't have the grace, dignity, and utter caring nature that his lady had. It made him feel warm. He was proud to serve under her.

He sat down next to her as she happily munched on the vegetables and meats. They stayed like that for a long while, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and each other's company, even as Momo wolfed down the food. Once she finished, Izuku happily took the tray of her hands and walked towards the kitchen. He paused as Momo called out to him.

"Izuku? I think I'll stay out here a little bit longer, to enjoy the moonlight. You can take your rest now if you would like."

"Thank you Milady, but I still have some chores to finish. I'll let your parents know that you are out here. Don't stay up too late, we have a big day ahead of us."

She smiled sweetly, "Thank you Izuku, I won't. Good night."

"Good night Milady, rest well."

Izuku walked towards the kitchen, and set the tray down at the sink. Hmm, it looks like the kitchen staff retired early. Oh well, he didn't mind washing.

Taking off his tailcoat and removing his gloves, he turned on the tap as he rolled up his sleeves, loosening his tie just a bit for a little breathing room. He grabbed the dish soap and begun to wash the bowl. Squirting a few drops onto the sponge, he scrubbed away the leftover food, humming peacefully all the while.

"Izuku? Are you washing the dishes of all things?"

Abrubtly standing at attention, he turned to meet the owner of the voice, "Mistress, I see you have returned, how are you? And yes, the kitchen staff seemed to have retired early today. "

Kashiko Yaoyorozu, a woman with a tall and mature figure, short black hair with a few grey bangs, crystal blue eyes, and small delicate features stood before him. She was rather strict, but retained a sense of causality as well. It was not very often she was home, as the company required a lot of travel, so her visits were something to look forward to.

"Hmph, Reginald went out drinking again didn't he? That man is in danger of losing his position here if he keeps up this foolish act. Washing the dishes is not your responsibility, Izuku."

"Mistress, it really is no bother. I've done kitchen work plenty of times before you assigned me to personally care for Milady, who, by the way, will be ecstatic at your arrival. Would you like to see her?"

Kashiko rose a brow, "Is she not in bed?"

"My apologies, but she wanted to view the moonlight for a little while after our fencing. Though I don't think she'll be able to sleep if you make your presence known. The excitement would be too much."

The elder woman let out a sigh, "I suppose not, what a shame. I wanted to kiss her goodnight. Very well, I'll be off. Finish what you have to do and let Momo know it's time for bed. Good night Izuku."

"Good night, Mistress. Rest well."

The woman walked off, and Izuku went back to his washing.

xxx~-*-~xxx

Momo stared at the sky, her onyx eyes kept dutifully on the bright crescent moon. It was beautiful, the distant grey's of the craters, the white of the dust, surrounded by the black blanket of white twinkling stars. She ran a hand through her hair, undoing her ponytail and letting her jet-black bangs hang freely.

She sighed, 'Tomorrow.'

Tomorrow was the day. The day where her career as a hero-in-training would begin. Training that would last for three years. She would learn hero ideology, combat, rescue, aid, go to internships with real pros, patrol, learn how to do paperwork, classify incidents, practice villain takedowns, and even fight against them.

It was all so nerve wracking.

She let out a shuddering breath, being a recommended student meant that there was pressure on expectations, she couldn't afford to fail. Her parents were counting on her, Izuku was counting on her, her career's successfulness would all be decided on how well she performed during those three years. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she cracked? What if-?

No.

No, she would not fail. She had been preparing for this moment since she could read. It didn't matter what they threw at her, Momo Yaoyorozu could adapt and work the situation to her favor.

-Flashback-

A seven year old Momo stood behind her father's leg, shyly glancing at the green-haired boy standing alongside Francis. He seemed nervous as well, his gloves hands fidgeting slightly as he shifted his feet.

"Daddy, who is he?" asked Momo timidly.

"Sweetie, this is Izuku. Francis has been taking care of him and training him to become a special person in your life."

"Is... is he a butler too?"

"Yes, among other things. He will be helping Francis take care of you. Eventually, he will do this by himself as he grows. Appreciate him and ensure that you are respectful. Ok dear?"

"Okay," replied the little girl.

Her father gave her a gentle push, "Now, go show him your schedule. He'll need to begin studying it soon."

xxx~-*-~xxx

Little Momo climbed onto her stool to remove a copy of her daily schedule from the cork board next to her bed, which was rather large. Her face was a light tint of pink at the constant realization that, for all intents and purposes...

'There's a b-boy in my room! Daddy said no boys in the room, but there's a boy in my room now!'

Similar thoughts were running through little Izuku's mind as well, his face a darker shade of pink, 'I'm in a girls room, with a girl! Francis said not to, because girls are private. But I'm here, with a girl!'

"H-here is my schedule. I'm sorry if it's a lot," said Momo as she climbed down and handed the paper to the boy, she took a few steps back after doing so. 'Daddy said to stay away from boys, but he's different if daddy let him in my room.'

"Thank you... Missy Yaoyorozu." replied Izuku.

An uncomfortable silence ensued, both children unsure of what to do next. Seeking to engage a little bit more in conversation for the sake of not dying of embarrassment, Izuku glanced at her bookshelves, 'Maybe we like to read the same things.'

He didn't expect to see encyclopedias, dictionaries, and chemistry and biology books stacked up in the shelves, along with a few romance novels.

"Y-You must be very smart. Those books look very t-thick," he commented.

"Hm? Oh yes, daddy said that I have to train my mind so I can keep up with my Quirk, I enjoy studying. It's really fun for your brain."

"What's your Quirk?" asked the boy, now a little more interested as he stepped closer. Little Momo however, shrunk back a little, she wasn't exactly the proudest of her Quirk, seeing as that she was told how dangerous it could be. It was a lot of pressure to make sure she used it effeciently, and even with the encouragement of her parents, the doctor's and the rest of her relatives treated her with a sort of wariness. It strained some of their relationships quite a bit.

"It's called Creation, I can make anything from my body fat as long as I know the molecular composition of the object," She expected a wary reaction, or an excited but strained look.

What she didn't expect, was for Izuku to have literal stars for eyes at the mention.

"My goodness! Creation, what an amazing Quirk! The ability to make things from your body by knowing its composition is an amazing ability. It requires you to learn as much as possible, so you get to learn so much! And as a hero, you can have so many ways of helping others and fighting villains in an instant! You can change any situation to work in your favor! That is amazing Missy Yaoyorozu! I'm sure you will be to do so many spectacular things!"

-Flashback Ends-

No.

Momo would not fail.

She would take everything she has learned, every piece of information, every combat strategy, every bit of what she was taught, and apply it to the environment around her.

"I promise Izuku. I promise I'll be able to live up to your expectations. I'll be the best hero I can be, and I can't wait to see what awaits us."

End of Chapter 3